My life is but a tainted rose.
A rose, with only thorns.
Its beauty yet to feel it’s birth.
My rose was born with horns.
Then you, a thought that’s laced with love.
It hurts to say your name.
My love, so deep, my every breath.
My soulmate lost in pain.
My heart a foul, too hot to hold.
A package made in hell.
Who is this filthy little girl?
I don’t deserve loves spell.
Just a taste, and nothing else.
I watch you leave me here.
Alone again, all by myself.
I cry and cry, all fear.
My love, my heart, my precious boy.
I guess our time has passed.
To take it back, if but one wish.
I prayed to God we’d last.
Once again, I am too much.
For me, for you, for us.
I wish I was a perfect girl.
Loves strength, just not enough.